…where I write my words

Hate

It’s Tuesday evening and I’m sitting in a semi-junky apartment with half of my things in boxes neatly stack high against the far wall and everything else kinda spread around all over the place in a total mess. I’m making progress…

This post isn’t about packing or the joys of throwing away stuff you’ve had stored in a closet for far too long or wondering why everyone loves Hefty when they make the thinnest crappest garbage bags ever. This post is about my Facebook status: “…of all my sisters, I swear this one is a spawn of Satan. This chick has 666 written somewhere on her body”. I typed it in that little box and sat back to look at it wondering if I should submit it or not. I sat there for about 5 minutes thinking, reading it again, thinking, and reading it again. Do I really feel that way? Yes. Was it a sudden status update not thought out carefully? No. I wish I could say I typed it in anger. Well, I did but I can’t blame it on anger. I actually feel that way. I know it’s coming….people saying how wrong it is to put that up. If I live life completely quiet and never write or say a single word, these fools might actually think my life and everyone in it are fantastic. My words get attacked first. I wondered if I’d eat my words later. That is why I sat there and made sure this is exactly how I feel and I won’t regret it later. I wish I ever regretted anything ever written about this one. Maybe one day.

Afterwards, I called another sister to explain who I was referring to because she’s on FB often. Then I cried. I actually talked to God and I said, “let me just vent ok….”. I aired everything. My frustrations. My irritation. Every thing juvenile and emotional and immature I just vented. Then I cried again because I wasn’t going to ask Him to fix her. It is me. It is always you. Not the person who pissed you off, who hurt you, who betrayed you, who got under your skin, who makes you question not whether you love them but why you hate them so. Take this hate out of my heart. Please. It was never her. I spent most of my younger adolescent years trying to figure out why I hated her, why I wanted God to snatch her from this earth, and why I made every effort to not include her in any part of my life. Then the times come when she appears or resurfaces and I realize I want her here, near, and in my life just to later regret it. You gotta love your parents. The Bible says so. Is there a scripture about siblings? I can’t remember a time I ever loved her. Liked her? Maybe.

Toxic people. Everyone has them and everyone gets rid of them. Eventually. I think about other people during this time. People who are fighting for custody of their kids because they haven’t been bad parents but because it makes it easier for the new husband to play daddy and leave the biological daddy outta the picture. People without jobs living on craps trying to stay above water knowing they have little time before those little checks become no checks at all. People who wake up day after day going to jobs they hate, are not respected at, and are often treated like servants than employees but if they don’t go they lose their jobs and that can’t happen to the family’s breadwinner. People who depend on food pantries to eat and feed their families. People who didn’t get word that the Great Recession ended because their recession has been ongoing from the time they can remember. People who find themselves pregnant, without a support system, no job, barely a stable living situation, and everything else highly unstable that they are supposed to depend on. My situation is not nearly as bad and although I should control my tongue, no one will ever cross paths with me and not know how I truly feel about them or our relationship. Honesty is never the best policy and people care more about your words than the feelings behind them. It’s ok to hate someone but don’t say or write that you hate them. Oh, ok….now I get it! Thanks 🙂

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Hi,
I don’t know what to say… but I’ll say something anyway. If you’re sister is toxic, stay away from her. Simple. However, I might venture to say that you are entertaining toxicity in your spirit by “hating” your sister.

There is a funny little thing about hate– it doesn’t hurt the hatee, but it eats up the hater. Let your negative emotions towards her go. Just stay away, pray for her and genuinly wish her well. Trust me, there are benefits towards believeing the best of others. Google “believe the best of others” and click on “wisdomliveshere blogspot” and read the article. You’ll be blessed.